A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

the one who picked the name for his

Rouemn, there was a simple building with windows that had a Light

anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of

individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was,

stood by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital

had almost

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had not

the snow outside. After a while, he murmured,

when

this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your

favorite food,”

say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been

he began to fumble in

stopped and shook his

about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she

I better not call her,” he

to give

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

from him and swallowed them

lay on the bed, and a nurse came

done, Mark looked sideways at

on his phone got weaker

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still

doctor had almost given up on

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer

behind him with a glass of water and

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter

seemed like he had not heard

the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

when he

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

also her favorite

silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The

this, he began to fumble in his pocket

he stopped

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

I better not call

have to give

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

the medicines from him and

he lay on the bed, and a nurse

done, Mark looked sideways at the

got weaker and weaker until he

fall asleep nowadays. This

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

behavior was much

secretly for a while and

fact, this Cecilia in his dream was so

his face, saying, “Mark, I

point, Mark woke

of the hospital room were

closed his eyes

he needed to

over his body. He

buy the pumpkin

nurse was in the

return home. He missed his home

missed those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and

he couldn’t change

he would never give up as long as he

him, even if he wouldn’t survive

to stay strong and fight

now, he was finding it difficult to

and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin

fact, Edwin once told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that

he wanted to go

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as

came back to the

run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was

The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

then, he saw the paper planes Mark

planes and smiled at him, “Okay

of your pumpkin

Mark only actually

was not more than a

put down the spoon because he

narrowed his eyes

and have a family reunion,” he

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Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that

him about it, Mark’s phone rang.

it was around 4 a.m.

upset when he looked at the caller ID. For

you,” Peter urged in a low

into a

boy,” he

answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a

sounded

Mark heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to

had given birth to a girl that had been

Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

come see you next week. I’ll ask

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with

of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up

and put down the

of the call, he never even dared to

eager to hear what had been discussed since

“What happened?” he asked.

in silence. After a while, he looked up

was happy to hear this and

great,” he said with a

first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very pretty

to stroke one of the

home

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glance would

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